Mia glared into the mirror, tightly squeezing her brush. I hate it when we fight, don't you know that?” “You still think you're prettier, and that you're more charming, and you still think you're better. “You're not better than me,” Clara said softly, a tone of sadness in her voice. You never listen to me, and look where it's gotten us?”Īnd Mia began to apply powder to her face, glancing at her sister, who stared resolutely at her own face in the golden-framed mirror. If you'd only ever listen to me, you'd be much happier. Mia scowled darkly, eyeing her sister, who carefully applied the lipstick to her lips. Everything has to be just to your liking, or you start to cry.”Ĭlara frowned to herself, reaching for a tube of lipstick. But no, everything is about Clara Buhalmet. Why does everything have to be about you? Why do you always get to wear the pink rosette? I'd very much like to wear pink once in awhile.
You and your stupid vanity.”Ĭlara reached for her pink rosette, and began to fasten it to her hair. It isn't as if this isn't all your fault. There was no real reason for the twins to ornament themselves so, but both of them enjoyed the distraction from the misery of their life together. But you make it so hard…”Ĭlara and Mia sat at their vanity, preparing for the day ahead. “Some days, you know, I try very hard to like you.
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